FIRE the Immortal

Fire the Immortal, a flickering breath, A dance of the cosmos, a whisper of death. With tongues of bright orange, it reaches and sways, Consuming the matter, in fervent displays. It feasts on the wood, the oil, and the coal, Transforming the solid to vapor, to soul. In crackling laughter, it breathes in the night, A creature of chaos, both savage and bright. It moves with a purpose, a flicker, a flare, A spirit unbound, in the stillness of air. From hearths to the heavens, it travels with grace, An eternal nomad, through time and through space. Though we may extinguish its flickering light, In shadows of silence, it waits for the night. For even when doused, its essence remains, In embers of memory, in ashes, in chains. Across the vast cosmos, in voids yet unseen, Fire dances in stars, in the spaces between. A force of creation, a sign so bold, It whispers of stories, of ages untold. Long after our echoes have faded away, When the last of our embers have turned into clay, Fire will be here, a relentless embrace, A guardian of worlds, in the infinite space. So heed the wild flicker, the warmth of its glow, For fire is a spirit, a force we all know. It travels through realms, both ancient and new, An immortal companion, forever in view.